Page 78 of Charlie

He stalks toward me, his gaze burning me alive. He slides his palm from my shoulder to my hand and pulls it to his mouth, swirling his tongue over my finger. "Whisky sour?" he murmurs, nipping my skin.

"Mmhmm." My gaze narrows to the tip of his tongue as he swipes it over my skin, soothing the sting of his bite. All I can think of is how badly I want him to do that between my legs.

"Let's drink them out on the terrace."

"Like this?" I ask, looking down at my bare legs.

"Who's going to see?"

"Good point." I follow him out the door, dark gray flagstone cold against my bare feet. "This is beautiful," I breathe, slowly turning to take it all in. I prop my hip on the intricate balustrade and take a sip of my drink.

"Yes, it is," he rasps, his eyes on me. He sits at an iron garden table, his legs spread wide, the towel barely covering him.

"Cam," I groan. I set my drink down and drop to my knees between his legs.

"Charlie, you don't need to do that."

I chuckle. "Yes, I do." I slide my palm up his thigh, slowly pushing the towel away. "I need to do this like I need to breathe." I lick my lips and look up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes darken as I bend to press a kiss to the inside of his knee. When he doesn't stop me, I lick, kiss, and bite my way up his muscled thigh. I snake my hand under the towel and pull it from where he has it tucked, letting it fall to the sides of the chair.

Fuck. Me.

I didn't have the chance to appreciate this the last two times, and God, do I regret that. A breath shudders past my lips as I lift him from his thigh and slide my hand over smooth velvet and hard steel. His balls are high and tight and fucking perfect.

"You were made by the gods, Cameron. There's no other explanation."

He only groans in response as I run my tongue over his head and then blow lightly, getting perverse satisfaction from the chill that tremors through his body. He pushes my hair away from my face as I lick him from the base to the tip, rolling my tongue over that bit of sensitive skin at the end. His hand spasms around my neck, his careful restraint close to snapping.

I want him out of control. I want him begging.

I alternate licking and sucking the smooth skin of his scrotum, heat pooling between my legs at the guttural curse he utters as I pass my tongue over his perineum. "You like that?" I murmur, massaging him with the tip of my tongue. He thrusts his hips into the air, groaning. His breaths come hard and fast as he looks down at me, his dark ringlets dripping from the shower.

"Tell me what you want," I say, my voice husky with need as I struggle to control my breathing.

Cam leans forward, one finger tilting my chin up to him. There's a set to his jaw I haven't seen before, a primal gleam in his eyes. "I want you to fucking eat me alive, little witch," he growls, his nostrils flaring. "I want to scream your name until my throat is raw. I want to feel like you're sucking my soul out of my body through my cock. I want to see tears coursing down your cheeks as I fuck your throat, and then I want to taste what's weeping down your thighs after I cum. I want to drown in you and for you to suffocate on me. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Crystal," I croak, my body thrumming like a live wire.

Loud clapping startles me; I press a hand to my chest as I turn to see Jack and Lachlan standing about twenty feet away, shit-eating grins plastered on their faces. I tense and start to move away from Cam, but his hand on my shoulder keeps me in place.

"Very eloquent," Lach chuckles, biting his lip and waggling his eyebrows at us.

"What are you two doing here?" I ask, vulnerability and lust ping-ponging through me.

"We talked and decided it wasn't fair to ask you to abstain when you haven't seen each other for weeks," Jack says. He holds out a paper bag for me to take. "The only thing we ask is that you use these. In fact, we all need to be using them, or our first time together won't be what any of us are hoping for."

I take the bag from him and peek inside, not surprised to see the butt plugs and lube.

"We'll leave now," Lach rasps, his gaze volleying between Cam's cock and my mouth. "We'll be out here this evening in case you want observers." He winks, but the erection pressing against his pants makes it abundantly clear that he's not joking. The idea of them watching Cam destroy me lights me up like a damn Christmas tree.

I look up at Cam, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. A slow grin spreads across his face as he catches my meaning.

"I think our little witch wants you to watch," Cam chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

A sharp intake of breath has me glancing up at Jack, his whisky gaze drawing me in. "Is that what you want, Sassenach?"

Absofuckinglutely I do.

Lust has my vocal cords in a chokehold, so I can only nod.

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